Folk Singer

Intro  Bb  D#  Bb  D#

Verse 1

     Bb
As I walk these narrow streets
        D#              F         
where a million passin' feet have 
     Bb        F  Bb
trod before me

With my guitar in my hand
F              D#  Bb            
suddenly I realize nobody knows 
  F Bb
me
      D#
Where yesterday the multitudes 
screamed
                            Bb   F
and cried my name out for a song
  Bb  Gm

                           D#
Now the streets are empty
and the crowds they've all gone on 
Bb   F  Bb
home

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Verse 2


With the rain on my face
        D#             F Bb     F Bb
there's no place where I belong

And my whole life consists
D#           F          Bb   F  Bb
of a story a poem and a song
        D#
Now the truths I've tried to tell 
you
                      Bb   F Bb  Gm
are as distant as the moon
                              D#
Born a hundred years too late
                  Bb       F Bb
two hundred years too soon

Verse 3

      C
I'm a child of the sage
F           G          C    G C
Lost in the pages of a book

But when I'm dust and clay
F                 G              
will other people stop to take a 
C    G C
look
              F
And will they marvel at the miracles
 I performed
                      C        G C
And to the heighths I aspired
Am                          F
Or will they tear the pages from the
 book
           C    G C
to light a fire

With the rain on my face
        F              G   C    F
there's no place where I belong
 C  G C